The night is hot as hell.
It's a lousy room in lousy part of a lousy town.
I'm staring at a goddess.
She's telling me that she wants me.
The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weighless.
She smells like an angel ought to smell.
An angel of mercy.
The perfect woman.
The goddess.
Suzy. She said her name is Suzy.
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